Active Duty

by Active Duty- Gay Military Erotic Romance [Cleis MM] (retail) (epub)

  He stared up at me, eyes again wide, hand suddenly yanking on his billy club of a prick, his free hand pointing at my fiercely tenting boxer shorts, which was all I was wearing at the time. “Lock the door, Private,” he commanded, voice thick as molasses, those few words far greater than the sum of their parts.

  I moved a couple of feet in reverse and slid out of my boxers, cock springing to life. “No witnesses, huh, Sergeant?”

  “See,” he said, still stroking his dick as he tossed in a wink for good measure. “You’re not as stupid as you look, Private.”

  It was a backhanded compliment that earned him yet another backhand across his chest before I did as he’d said, turning to the door, which I locked up good and tight. When I turned around again, he was on all fours, butt facing my way, legs wide, balls low and bouncing as he jacked away. “And you are as big an ass as you look,” I replied. “Sergeant.” Which I meant quite literally, seeing as his solidly huge ass was beautifully beckoning me toward it.

  I again closed the gap between us, sitting cross-legged directly behind him, praying to the altar, as it were. And my tithing was a hard smack across his buttcheek, then another, both yielding moans in praise, his hand picking up speed on his dick, which I figured needed some attention on my part, too. So I grabbed his balls and gave a sharp tug up. He yelped, shuddered and released his pole, which was now pointing down to the tile below, translucent precome dripping off the mushroom-wide head. I pulled harder on his nut sac, and the shudder repeated, rolling over his entire body like waves at the shoreline.

  “Slap it, Private,” he grunted, turning his thick neck my way.

  Well, seeing as he wasn’t specific, I slapped it all: left cheek, right cheek, hole and balls and dick, repeatedly, until everything was beet red, with a little cayenne thrown in for flavor.

  By then, I was drenched with sweat and my cock was so thick in my grip that I thought it would explode at any moment. Still, I wasn’t done with him. Three years of anger needed to come out. On him. Three years with interest, no less, and at a rate the banks would’ve killed for.

  “Roll over, Sergeant,” I then told him. He didn’t reply or move, just remained there, jacking merrily away. “Or the party’s over.”

  He sighed and grunted, clearly not accustomed to being told what to do, at least by the likes of me. Still, he relented, little head clearly in charge of the big head. Not that either were all that little, mind you. In any case, down he went to the floor, then over, body splayed out, eyes on me and mine on him. A buffet of flesh, meat and potatoes for days. “Well, Private?” he said, cock in hand again, a slow stroke beginning as he waited for the next onslaught.

  I grinned and spanked his chest, harder, harder, hardest. “Feet up and hold ’em up.”

  “Sergeant,” he cautioned.

  I shrugged. “Fine, feet up and hold ’em up, Sergeant.”

  He nodded and complied, his feet lifted above his midsection, knees wide, hands holding them there. I was now on the ground at his side, one hand stroking my rigid prick, the other spanking his hairy exposed hole, over and over again, each time eliciting a grunt or a groan, a gasp or a sigh. “More,” he managed, eyes shut tight, mouth in a determined snarl, fist moving like lightning on his club of a cock.

  So more is what he got, my palm spanking away as I leaned down, face to face until I could smell the soap he’d just scrubbed with. “You like that asshole slapped by my queer hand, Sergeant? Like jacking off for your queer-ass Private?” He didn’t reply; didn’t need to really. The questions were, after all, rhetorical. And, I assumed, the answers were both yes and no. Not that I cared, because I, in fact, was having a grand old time of it. “Cat got your tongue, Sergeant?” I added, lifting my slapping hand to my mouth and hawking on it. Then I returned it to its target, a slow, steady glide of my slicked-up digits deep, deep inside of him. “Faggot got your ass, Sergeant?”

  His back arched, his head was thrown back, and his body rumbled and shook as he loudly moaned out, “Fuuuck.”

  Which is just what I did, pumping my double digits, soon triple, in and out, in and out, deep as I could go, rough as I could go, fast as I could go, until he was so wet with sweat himself that he was practically sliding on the tile now, still working his cock as I assaulted his tight-as-a-drum hole. “The Sergeant is a bottom,” I chided. “Who would have guessed?”

  He stopped pumping his prick and looked my way, the sneer once again evident on his sweat-soaked face. “Straight guys have prostates too, Private. Don’t need to be queer to work it a little.”

  I shrugged and pushed in deeper, that prostate he mentioned getting ever harder beneath my constant prodding and pumping. “If you say so, Sergeant.” Then I pulled out, a new twisted thought worming its way inside my head, one clearly more purposeful. “But maybe we can get us closer to the real deal than a few little fingers.”

  With his free hand, he punched my thigh, which hurt like a motherfucker. “No cocks up my ass, queer boy.”

  I jumped up and waved said cock, glorious as it was, down at him. “Your loss, Sergeant, but I had another idea in that regard.” Actually, I had more than one, but it was only the one he got, for the time being. And with us already in the latrine, I had a perfect steely prick substitute for him. Emphasis on the steely.

  Seconds later, I returned with a toilet-paper holder from one of the stalls. Six inches and hard, it would do in a pinch. And that it did, lubed with hand soap, and sliding forcibly up his rump. “Mmm,” he sighed as I slid it on home. “Mmm,” he moaned again as I turned it clockwise inside of him.

  “Now, Sergeant, go fuck yourself,” I told him, with a chuckle, jumping up as the metal tube hung there, suspended half in, half out of his hole. Needless to say, he picked up where I’d left off, fucking himself and jacking away, body writhing on the floor while I sat off to the side of him again, plucking his nipples like a harp, my cock in my hand, watching, waiting, biding my time.

  “Close,” he soon enough rasped, panting, eyes squinting, sweat pooling on the floor.

  “Wait!” I shouted, then caught myself. “I mean, one more thing, Sergeant. Because, come on, that thing up your ass is puny; you probably can’t even feel it. Let me go get something even better. I promise you’ll get a bigger, um, kick out of it.” Or at least one of us would.

  He stopped his jacking, thick prick standing at attention. Fuck, I almost saluted the damned thing. He eyed me suspiciously, but nodded just the same. “No cocks, queer-ass,” he spat, wiping a river of perspiration off his face as he continued fucking himself, his pace slowing down just a bit for now.

  “No cocks, Sergeant,” I promised, hopping up as I quickly slid my boxers back on. “Be right back. Then it’s coming time.” Or at least comeuppance.

  “Hurry, Malone,” he grunted, swollen stiffie again in hand as he watched me unlock the latch and rush outside.

  I smiled as I shut the door behind me, waiting for my prick to go semi again. “Oh, I’ll hurry, Sergeant,” I whispered, head turning from side to side as I sought out my opportunity. “I mean, I’ve been waiting three long years for this, don’t want to wait another minute longer.”

  Thankfully, less than a minute was all I needed, too. I mean, the military police are pretty easy to find, and they act rather quickly when you tell them you heard weird noises coming from the latrine. Oh, and perhaps added a little fib about seeing someone who looked sort of smarmy milling about. Maybe in some sort of foreign garb.

  In other words, they took off running, rifles at the ready, me about twenty feet behind, not wanting to miss a moment of the festivities.

  I had a ringside seat, too. Off to the side of the latrine was the ventilation unit; I just had to hop up and gaze in. And, man, what a sight it was to see, especially with my cock pulled out of my boxers, finally ready for some much-needed release. It and me both.

  The MPs rushed in, guns extended, fingers at the ready. They didn’t find no suspicious foreigner either, just a naked, hard, jer
king sergeant with a toilet paper holder jammed deep up his ass. Sucker went flying out like a newly lit rocket as he jumped up, cock swaying, looking much like a deer caught in the headlights, or a scared jackrabbit, minus the jacking, which he was officially done with right about then.

  Suffice it say, that image of him standing there, defenseless, naked, hard and dripping with sweat, now of the flop variety; that was all I needed. My knees buckled some then, I tossed my head back, and a rumble went up from my lungs and out from between my lips. The moan carried on the sticky night air as I spewed and spewed and spewed some more, thick wads of white spunk hitting the equally white cement before sliding down, every nerve ending in my body shooting off Fourth of July fireworks.

  “Guess you got your witnesses after all, Sergeant,” I panted as I stuffed my prick back inside my boxers and hopped down before returning to my waiting cot, which, strangely enough, was just about the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept in all of a sudden. See, Army Boot Camp might’ve been 2.0, but it was now A-Number-One with me.

  THE RAINBOW KERCHIEF AND THE FULL MOON

  Jay Starre

  Ricardo Sanchez grinned. He had an extremely accurate gaydar and he’d pegged the tall redheaded Sergeant Worth for a gay dude the moment he laid eyes on him. It had taken a lot of hinting around on Ricardo’s part, telling the officer all kinds of intimate stuff without any real reaction, until just that morning his assumption was corroborated.

  The platoon was dispatched to the California foothills for seven days of training maneuvers, housed in rudimentary tent barracks still hot from a late September heat wave. They were racing through an obstacle course of fences and ditches under an unusually hot autumn sun when a small group of them reached a towering wall covered with netting. A few moments of scuffling and milling around ensued as they jockeyed for turns at scaling the formidable obstacle. Ricardo turned to notice Sergeant Worth watching from the sidelines.

  The sergeant held a kerchief, which he was swiping across his forehead to wipe away the sweat from the midday sun. For a moment, Ricardo just stared. The drill instructor was handsome as hell. He had pale-red eyebrows above pale-blue eyes and although his face was broad, his features were almost delicate, which made him look much younger than his nearly forty years. He wasn’t given to smiling a heck of a lot, but he rarely frowned either. In fact, he always looked cool and collected. Nothing seemed to shake his equanimity.

  The sergeant looked directly into Ricardo’s eyes as he folded up the kerchief slowly and deliberately, clearly displaying the bright rainbow flag on the face of it. There was a simple pride to the way he made no effort to hide the gay symbol recognized the world over.

  They had exchanged smiles, but then the sergeant’s booming command rang out. “Climb that wall, Privates. Now!”

  Afterward, the sweat of men who had driven themselves to exhaustion during the day’s training session lingered in the air. Exhausted yet horny, most of them hoped to get a little sexual relief wherever they could—if the opportunity came up. Sergeant Worth called Ricardo aside to congratulate him on completing the course well ahead of anyone else. No one else was within earshot.

  “I’ve got something to tell you about one of the other men, Sarge. I have a feeling you can help him figure out how to handle a problem he’s got.”

  “What’s the situation?”

  “Danny’s got a monster dick, Sarge. A really, really big one. Problem is, anyone who gets a look at it wants it in their mouth or up their ass. No one even thinks of Danny’s ass. And he tells me he needs a little action back there, real bad it seems. You won’t tell anyone will you? I trust you, Sarge, or I wouldn’t tell you this kind of stuff.”

  Sergeant Worth nodded quietly. “As a reward for your performance today, perhaps you and your buddy Private Park would like to enjoy some private time tonight. I’ll make sure Second Unit showers are off-limits to everyone else.”

  Ricardo nodded enthusiastically and grinned happily, although Sergeant Worth merely nodded and strode off to attend to other business.

  There were two shower buildings at the camp. One was close to the tent barracks, the other was at the north end beside the mechanics area and truck depot. That night, Danny and Ricardo slipped away without being noticed as the others sprawled on their cots drifting off to well-deserved sleep. It was a long walk in the light of a brooding full moon, and the two privates had to be careful not to rouse anyone. They weren’t exactly doing anything wrong—but they wanted some privacy and didn’t want anyone following them.

  The two friends, the bold Ricardo and the easygoing Danny, were strikingly dissimilar in every way. Ricardo was short and stocky, and as a Mexican-American he’d sprung from stock more Indian than Spanish. His looks reflected it. He was very dark with smooth hairless skin, deep-brown eyes, bold features and full red lips. His army buzz cut only emphasized his large head and broad face. He was handsome in a distinctly masculine way, while his lush mouth and dreamy dark eyes softened an otherwise rough aspect.

  Danny towered over his friend. At six-four he was broad-shouldered and big boned. When standing still he looked like a lumbering giant, but that was an illusion. He’d played college basketball for two years before he quit school and joined the Army. He was surprisingly agile and quick on his feet. His light-brown hair was cut short too, which revealed giant ears and emphasized his long hawk nose. Like Ricardo he had amazing eyes, but his were brilliant blue. The fair-haired soldier also had a wide, pink-lipped mouth that was perennially set in a friendly smile.

  “Sarge said we wouldn’t be disturbed. And he knows his shit,” Ricardo said to his buddy in a low voice as they climbed the steps to the entrance.

  “Yeah, he’s real cool.”

  Just before they entered the building, Ricardo glanced up one final time at the hovering moon. He liked to take chances, and this little excursion was just up his alley. But he had to admit, that full moon seemed to challenge him. Others might find it romantic; he found it thrilling. He grinned with expectation as he playfully slapped his pal on the butt and hurried him in before anyone could spot them.

  After quickly stripping down, the two privates moved into the shower room where they took their time dawdling under the warm spray and reveling in the luxury of their privacy. That privacy meant it was possible to act on their pent-up desires if they wanted to, and from the looks of Danny’s rising cock, Ricardo knew he was in luck.

  The sight of Danny’s incredible cock stiffening up to its enormous dimensions had Ricardo feeling his tight asshole quivering in deference to the power of that tool. For his part, Danny soaped up the monster whanger with both fists as he watched his fellow soldier’s reaction out of the corners of his eyes.

  Ricardo didn’t disappoint. He sprang wood too. Danny gauged the size of his pal’s boner with an appreciative eye, deciding that though the thick tool was definitely big, it couldn’t compare to his own lengthy piece. Still, there was no question it would feel great up his hungry asshole.

  Unfortunately, judging by the intense look of greed in his fellow soldier’s eyes as he stared at the fair-haired private’s giant poker, Danny had little hopes of turning Ricardo’s thoughts from his big hard-on to his smooth, puckered hole.

  The tall soldier’s dick was a stupendous tool that rose up to full mast without any trouble and at a moment’s notice. No wonder everyone wanted a piece of it—and hardly paid any attention to his ass. Yet that ass was equally remarkable. Twin mountains of smooth flesh, high and jutting out from a trim waist, met at a deep crack with a hairless pink hole buried between.

  The pair faced each other with stiff dicks in hand under the shower spray. Ricardo grinned boldly and winked as he began to slowly pump his. Danny bit his lip and dared to follow his pal’s lead. With both big fists he began to rub his own up and down.

  “Use some soap. Show me how you jerk that monster.”

  Danny giggled nervously but did as he was asked. Ricardo lathered up his own darker hard-on and t
he two began a slow pump and grind. In moments they were stroking within inches of each other. What might have happened next was forestalled by the sudden appearance of an intruder.

  Sergeant Worth loomed in the doorway. He took in the sight of the two soapy boners with a quick eye. He cracked a hint of a smile, but his voice was calm and unrelenting.

  “You two look like you’ve still got some energy that needs direction. The shower floors and the latrines require a final scrub down. I want you hard at it now, before it gets too late.”

  “Right now, Sergeant? Naked, Sergeant?” Ricardo asked with a smirk.

  That ghost of a smile grew a little more evident as he stared the smart-ass private directly in the eye. “Well, since you’ve come up with the idea, why not? Get to work, Privates. I’ll be back to check on you in an hour.”

  With that he spun on his heels and disappeared from the shower doorway. They heard him slam the door, then the rattle of the lock’s bolt. Danny looked a little uncertain but Ricardo whooped it up as he snatched his naked friend’s arm and literally dragged him into the outer room where the latrines were located.

  “Get out the buckets and fill them with water. I’ll get the soap, mops and scrub brushes. We better make this place sparkle, or Sergeant Worth will be kicking our sorry butts all the way back to our bunks,” Ricardo ordered his uncertain companion.

  “Sure, Ricardo. But I’ve never done this buck naked before.”

  “It will be a fucking blast. I promise we’ll have some fun.”

  Although Danny was skeptical that cleaning latrines could be fun, it didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before Ricardo’s promise bore fruit. Danny was hard at work crawling around on the wet floor scrubbing enthusiastically, always one to give his all to any task. Entirely naked as he was, with his dog tags dangling from his chest, his large butt wriggled with sensual enticement. His enormous cock also dangled. Swaying between his huge thighs, it wasn’t quite hard but swollen nonetheless.